CEO's Substitute Bride

He deliberately accentuated the word ‘waste of a man’ deeply, with a hint of provocation. The man approached her intentionally,
the piercingly cold aura of him got even thicker and stronger.
Alyssa moved uncomfortably, and after a moment of disbelief, she believed his words. After all, Emmett’s villa was not accessible
to people outside his family or special guests like her.
“He is your cousin. Please don’t talk about him like this.”
Presumably, Emmett had also had difficulties in his family. Alyssa felt sympathy. Even if the Lawrences were top-tier socially, she
sympathized with Emmett’s situation. He must have had hard times in recent years.
Emmett’s brown eyes quickly flashed in surprise. He didn’t expect this ugly woman to say such words.
He couldn’t help looking at her again. The messy hair, the black-framed glasses, soiled, long cotton clothes, and the bangs on
her forehead almost think enough to cover her eyes. There were even a few small spots on her haggard face. It was disgusting
to even look at.
He had heard how his fiancée would be as beautiful as a blooming rose. There was no way that this ugly woman was his
rumored fiancée.
But the Lawrences did not care whether the woman who married him was ugly or beautiful. As long as it was woman who could
produce an heir. They would not care even if they had to select another one.
Besides, it wasn’t as if Emmett had any plans of treating her as his wife. All he needed was a simple and quick transection.
A dark glint flashing in his eyes, Emmett stretched out his hand and pushed Alyssa on the bed. There was undisguised contempt
and malice in his tone. “There is no one else. You don’t need to pretend. With your looks, you are probably still a virgin. I might
treat you far better than that cripple!”
After he finished speaking, he reached for her directly. He was about to touch her waist. Almost.

Slap!
“Get off!” Alyssa used all her strength to slap him on the face. “Don’t assume everyone is as dirty as you. You’re lucky that your
cousin hasn’t arrived yet. Leave immediately, and I will pretend nothing happened here. Or would you prefer to be slapped
again?”
Although she tried her best to stay calm, her trembling hands betrayed her. She clutched the sheets beneath her, and let out a
ragged breath. What the hell did she just witness?
She had imagined how ugly Emmett would be on the way over, how scarred and how disables he truly was. But she never
expected to encounter such a thing as this.
Her jaw clenched, and she forced herself to look up at him. ‘You can do this, Alyssa.’ She encouraged herself. ‘You got this.’
Emmett had a sullen look and exuded a bitter chill. “No woman has ever dared to slap me.”
“Consider this your first.” Alyssa shuttered.
Because of the struggle, her glasses had fallen off, revealing a pair of unexpectedly clear and precise eyes. Her trembling
eyelashes showed their owner’s tension and fear. “D-don’t come any closer!”
Seeing that, suddenly Emmett paused, and for a moment he began to feel a bit soft-hearted.
He straightened his shirt and glanced coldly at her. “You can continue to wait for that ‘waste of a man’ here.”
Bang!
It wasn’t until the door was closer that Alyssa’s tense nerves relaxed slightly.
Outside the door.
When the bodyguard was about to reach the Master bedroom, he saw the red mark on Emmett’s face. With his pale complexion,

the mark was incredibly visible. Even a partially blind person would be able to spot it a mile away. He froze for a moment before
saying, “Young Master... Your face...”
Emmett touched his face and said bluntly, “Ran into the door.”
Doors had five fingerprints on them?
Even though his story seemed doubtful, the bodyguard did not dare to ask any further.
Instead, he respectfully handed a folder, “This is Young Madam’s personal information.”
Emmett opened the folder and saw the name on it, Alyssa Moore.
Interesting. That ugly woman’s name was Alyssa meaning noble. How ironic!
Her birth mother was even more interesting. Treating her stepson and stepdaughter like precious gems while being cruel to her
biological daughter. Despicable.
Moving on the document, he frowned and asked the bodyguard, “Is she really this much of an idiot?”
The bodyguard nodded.
“Check again.”
When Alyssa spoke, she was clear and organized. Besides, Emmett had never seen an idiot who could rise up so fiercely and
fight back against a man in that situation.
Thinking of this, he lost his countenance and thrust the file he was holding into the bodyguard’s hands. “If you can’t give me
accurate information then don’t bother coming back to me!”